Vroooom!
The motorcycle roared to life after Ethan finally managed to start it.
"There we go."
He couldn't help grinning.
"Still got it."
They rolled forward out of the airfield and toward the exit gates as Ethan got his bearings. But once they were on the road, he picked up the pace massively, and Elara's arms immediately tightened around him.
The city blurred past as the wind rushed against their faces.
Neither of them wore helmets, and ordinary people would've been insane to ride like this, especially with his right hand in the state that it was.
But as durable Titled, it was a different story entirely.
They would have to get hit by a truck at full speed, and maybe then they might sustain some serious damage. But Ethan had no plans of crashing, and he was confident they could react in time if that somehow came to be.
'She can just teleport us out of the way, or I can assimilate with Spark and use Flare Drive.'
